The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Page 2

  Not that I had any idea what that might be.

  When I was old enough, I packed my bags, kissed my Mama goodbye and headed North. I was thinking of pursuing acting, though I had absolutely no experience and had never even actually seen a play. Still, with my piercing green eyes and striking chiseled features which seemed to be quite eye-catching amongst the village girls, I had heard more than once that someone as attractive as me belonged in the big city finding their fame and fortune. I had heard that Venice was the place to be and if one was to have a chance at making all their dreams come true, than that surely was the place.

  Of course, my brothers threatened to disown me if I turned my back on the farm, I would not be welcomed back. Well, that was just fine with me. I never asked for that life anyway. So, without looking back, I set off for the city. After weeks of journeying, finally I arrived, I am sure appearing far less attractive than when I had initially set out. Having no connections whatsoever, my only choice was to find shelter on the streets and enquire for opportunities.

  Nearly a month had passed with not a single hint of a play for which to audition. My hope beginning to dwindle, and my bones beginning to project through my skin, I feared that I had made a dreadful mistake in leaving home.

  Then, at last, one morning while waiting for some measly scraps of handouts to serve as my humble breakfast, I spotted a new bulletin that had just been posted on the building across the road. My muscles having begun to atrophy and my body weak from lack of proper nutrition, I struggled to my feet and my made my way across the road to have a look.

  Auditions were to be held for an upcoming production in the theatre in three days.

  Gleefully, I laughed out loud, for I had begun to feel my chance at living a new life had eluded me altogether. But then, realising the wretched condition I was in, my hope descended.

  Would anyone really consider signing a rogue such as myself or would they merely laugh me off the stage?

  No matter, I told myself, I am going to find a way to clean up and put my best self forward. There is no way I am going to miss this opportunity! I have waited too long!

  Thus, three days later, I went to the theatre and auditioned for the play. Of course, even after sneaking a bath in the watering trough intended for horses in the early hours of the morning, still I was the most poorly outfitted gent there. I feared they would not take someone such as myself seriously. But I did not allow my fears show. I gave it my all and showed them what I had to offer.

  I could see from the gleam in their eyes that I had indeed snagged their attention. Upon finishing, they instructed me to wait in the common room with the others. This gave me hope, as I had seen others before me dismissed altogether. Moreover, who was I to complain, having a comfortable place to pass the afternoon with unlimited access to decent facilities and drinking water for once.

  After the auditions, the three judges came into the common room and began reading off parts from a list and the aspiring actors to whom the parts had been awarded. Though— as I am sure it was with many others there— I had hoped for a lead part. Still, when my name was announced following the part of the stable boy— with a mere two lines, mind you— that alone was enough to leave me reeling with joy.

  I have done it! I am going to be an actor! I shall impress them so that henceforth, playwrights from all around will be fighting over the chance to work with me!

  Alright, so it did not play out quite like that.

  Instead, I did what I considered to be a most dedicated job of playing the stable boy. I was, indeed, offered more acting parts thereafter, though alas, none of them were anything but similarly trivial parts.

  Nevertheless, after more than a year, I had found myself enjoying one particular benefit in all of this. Women of all ages were suddenly throwing themselves at me. I had practically a different women every night, begging for me to be their lover.

  Rich women…

  Poor women…

  And who was I to deny them?

  Or myself!

  Overnight I had more women than I knew what to do with!

  This factor alone solved my problem with accommodations, for the wealthy ones would take me in— under the pretense of employing me as part of their domestic staff, of course— and I would enjoy the luxury of living quite finely along with the privilege of frequent sexual rendezvous.

  However, these situations never lasted very long, for they did not appreciate it when I did not come home on any given night because I was off occupying myself with another female.

  No matter, as it seemed there was always another waiting in the wing with a similar offer. This is how I had become accustomed to passing my time. It had become sort of a way of living, so to speak. These women they showered me with gifts, jewelrey, outfitted me in the most fashionable garments. I now appeared as a proper gentleman to society.

  But I was far from being a gentleman. I was pointblank nothing more than a rogue!

  Still, after little over a year, already I found myself becoming rather bored with it, and tired of growing weary of warding off the hints and expectations of marriage. I felt my restless spirit reared its head once again.

  With the connections some of my lady aficionadas possessed, I was being cast in increasingly better parts, which gained me even more attention, from the ladies, as well as from the playwrights and their organizers. In less than two years, I had risen from being the son of a peasant converted into street rat transformed into lead performer. My metamorphose was complete! It truly was the height of my acting career.

  I had been awarded the part of Romeo Montague in William Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet.

  It was so surreal. I could scarcely believe I had achieved such a coveted part!

  Unlike some of the other plays, that one we practised for months before the curtains were drawn on opening night. Every detail had to be portrayed to utter perfection. And if I do say so myself, I pulled it off quite nicely.

  I also enjoyed an extended affair with my leading lady, Daniela. She was by far the hottest woman I had been with yet. An accurate portrayal of the fair Juliet Capulet with her silky golden hair and china blue eyes. Still, as exquisite as those carnal moments we shared together at nights after the theatre, that was all I wanted from her, nothing more. What more could a man of my age in the prime of his life want, after all?

  Unfortunately, Daniela felt otherwise about our arrangement. Evidently, she was crushed, having believed us to be much more than lovers. She had expected my proposal of marriage at any moment. However, the idea of such a thing was utterly absurd to me! At that point, marriage was the furthest thing from my mind. I was not ready to be tied down to a woman, a family, dependent upon me to take care of them. I desired to be free to go where the wind may blow me, to be with any woman I may wish, however many that may be…

  So when on my last night of the performance, I was approached by an older woman outside of the theatre, I could scarcely resist her intriguing offer.

  “Vincenzo, is it?” the woman began, extending her hand. “I am Lucia. May I have a moment of you time?”

  “Certainly, Signora.”

  She smiled and we walked to the café across the way and took a seat.

  Upon sitting, I looked to her expectantly. I anticipated she was just another offering me luxurious accommodations in exchange for serving as her young lover for a time.

  Instead, what she offered me blew my mind.

  “I must say, Vincenzo, I was rather impressed with you up there on the stage tonight. Have you been acting long?”

  “You are most gracious, Signora,” I replied. “I have been acting for almost two years now.”

  She sat back, with her hand on her chin for along moment, just gazing at me. “And how do you like it?”

  I thought that to be a rather peculiar question. After all, what young man would not be in love with the opportunity at being an up and coming famous actor?

  “I like it very well,” I answered forthrightly
. “Actually, I adore it. I feel it was what I was born to do.”

  “Hmm, well, I have heard word that others may very well believe your talents lay elsewhere. Have you ever thought of doing more with your life? Something more… shall we say unique?”

  Taking offence and a bit confused by her question, I just sat there staring at her for a long while.

  “No. I mean, acting was the more I decided to do with my life,” I answered a bit defensively, not sure just what it was she was trying to get at. “If I had remained with my family, I would have been nothing more than a poor farmer.”

  Lucia chuckled lightly. “What if I told you that you could continue acting without ever having to audition for a part ever again and you could have all the women you wanted, all of them young and gorgeous?”

  “I would say, I have all of that now,” I answered somewhat abrasively at having someone try to uproot me from this high position it had taken me so long to ascend.

  “No, you do not— not like this.” Lucia shook her head. “Trust me, Vincenzo, you have yet to see the most elegant theatre in Venice, not to mention the shows which are exhibited there. Everyone in the audience is of the highest class, not like the crude amalgamation of all society for which you have been performing. Come with me and I will show you. I promise you will not regret it.”

  My curiosity getting the better of me, I did follow her. When she stopped before the most remarkable building I had ever laid eyes upon, I was awed. But nothing prepared me for what I would see once we stepped inside. The night was late, so the show was already in full bloom.

  There on the very elabourately decourated main stage flanked by deep red velvet curtains which fell from ceiling to floor, were two most fortunate men surrounded by a large group of unbelievably gorgeous nude women. My jaw fell open. These actors were nude… onstage… and before an audience. And not only that, but they were engaging in every possible sexual act one could imagine.

  I had no idea this sort of decadent place even existed!

  As I watched this show and the women taking turns eagerly performing oral sex on the men, as well as each other, and the men taking turns with them, probing their cocks into one and then the other, and then yet another, I felt my own cock growing rigid within my trousers.

  “Well, Vincenzo, what do you think?” Lucia asked, her tone somewhat patronizing.

  I opened my mouth to speak, yet nothing came out.

  She smiled. “Do you believe you have what it takes to be an actor in this type of show… every night?”

  I nodded my head, hardly able to believe I was being offered something such as this. I thought I had to be dreaming!

  “Well, before you can perform on stage, you must have a period of desensitization, if you will. Copulating with more than one woman at the same time can be very stimulating at first, as I am sure you can well imagine. Therefore, you will need much practise so that you will be able to properly control your impulses and finish the show without losing yourself prematurely. Do you understand what I am saying?”

  I nodded my head, my eyes never leaving the highly arousing erotic scene on the stage.

  “Well, then, shall we begin now?” Lucia asked.

  Although I did not want to leave the scene, I also was intrigued to see what she may have in store for me. “Si.”

  Shaking her head at me, Lucia led me to a door beside the stage which opened to a long corridor. Taking me to a small empty room, she turned to me and said, “Wait here and I shall return momentarily.”

  I went inside and sat upon the red velvet couch, just trying to process everything. Before I knew it, there was a knock on the door. I arose and opened it. There Lucia stood with two nude young women, one blonde and one brunette. They had the most luscious bodies I had ever seen.

  Lucia just smiled at me. “Enjoy!” Turning to leave, she looked back and added, “Oh and Vincenzo, remember, try to hold out as long as you are able!”

  With that she left me alone with the women.

  I took a deep breath as they approached me, my penis swelling beneath the fabric once again.

  “Remove your clothing,” the blonde instructed.

  I did as she ordered, while they turned toward one another and began kissing, their tongues slowly devouring each other. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. By the time I was stepping out of my trousers, my cock springing forth fervently, the brunette had bent down to dote upon the large, round breasts of the blonde. After a moment, they both turned towards me, one descending to her knees before my eager organ, the other pressing her warm body against me and leaning in to my lips.

  My breath drew back short.

  I knew right then that I was definitely going to love this place.

  Later in the evening in the dining hall, to my delight, I detected the sweet Giuliana gazing at me as she chatted away with the Dutch girl, Gretchen. It was killing me to have to wonder what she was saying! Was she interested in me as I was her, or was that merely my arrogance taking control of me, fooling me into believing that an angel such as her could love a scoundrel such as myself?

  The next night, restlessly I made my way to the performer’s lounge to check the lineup for the evening’s shows, hoping more than anything to be paired with her. Locating my own name first, I discovered I had actually been given the night off. That is a bit odd, I thought, considering I had only had my last day off three days earlier. Then I looked back at the list anyway, unable to resist knowing who Giuliana would be partnered with, who would be the fortunate male to have her first.

  With my finger upon the paper, I scanned down the list until her name leapt off the paper to me. Holding back the smile which wanted to break through at the sight of her beautiful name, instead I shifted my eyes to the right of it. My eyes did not make it past the first name following hers.

  Maximo…

  My gut twisted.

  Maximo!

  No! He is the burliest male in this place, as well as the most endowed! He will tear a petite thing like her to tatters! Oh no, not my Giuliana.

  Vaguely recalling that there seemed to be more words printed upon that line, my eyes focused back on the list to locate her name once more.

  Giuliana… Maximo… Inga… Sven.

  Two men and a woman?! A foursome?! Has Lucia gone insane? She never assigns the new female performers more than one partner for their debut performance! She always tries to break them in easy. What is she trying to do? Scare her off?

  Still, why ever would she want to do a thing such as that? Giuliana is the most attractive female to step foot in this joint in a long time. Not to mention how she exudes purity. Those bloodsuckers are sure to love that! Not that I want to think of her like that…

  Before I knew it, I heard her name being announced along with the others. My stomach knotted.

  What should I do? Can I watch her as this, to experience the torment of seeing not only another man have her rather than me, but two? I just do not know. However, to not watch, I believe, to be left to wonder what is happening, how she fares, will only torment me just as much, perhaps more.

  Taking another deep breath, I braced myself as I made my way to the side area of the stage.

  Not yet having made her entrance, Giuliana stood at the other side of the stage. At once, I felt my own body responding as my eyes took her in, every bit of her, as I beheld her in full nudity for the first time. She was even more exquisite than I could ever have imagined. Her form sleek, enveloped by flawless caramel skin, the delicate bronze fluff which graced her pubis, her hips slightly curved leading upwards to a slender waist and soft belly. My eyes travelling up her beautiful body, my organ leapt for want of her. I desired to nestle into the soft roundness of her breasts with their slightly darker centres, the beauty of the line of her slender neck which led to the most beautiful part of her— her divine face featuring full kissable lips and wide expressive, emerald eyes.

  If I was not mistaken, she appeared as though she were talking herself
into it. Part of me hoped she would indeed talk herself out of it. But then, the male part of me would have been somewhat disappointed for the missed prospect of seeing her in all her carnal glory. For this, I felt ashamed, and yet at the same time excited.

  God, I sicken myself! A scoundrel such as me would have no business with a sweet thing like her.

  Finally impelling her legs to move, Giuliana ambled out onto the stage, seeming starkly aware of her nakedness. I had the sense that she was working hard to block out the audience filled with Vampires for whom she would perform. However selfish it may have been, to my mind, she performed only for me.

  Pulling me from my trance, the tall blonde female, Inga, along with my good friend, the tall and lean boyish-faced Sven pushed past me to enter the stage. They were followed a second later by the hulking Maximo, his intimidating mass only highlighted by his thick, dark wavy hair and coarse beard.

  My gut twisted in repulsion at the thought of him near her.

  My eyes flashed back to Giuliana. Her face instantly became alarmed, her eyes even wider than usual as she took in the bulging muscles and imposing form of her soon to be sexual partner. Then I saw her eyes drop to his groin and she gasped, her hand flying to cover her gaping mouth as she regarded the size of his penis.

  The worst part was that he was still flaccid.

  I saw her shudder and my own stomach filled with nervousness.

  Desperately, I wished for a way to stop this, despising the thought of him with her.

  Just then, the corners of Maximo’s mouth turned up into a wicked grin. I knew well how he loved the shocking effect he had on others, particularly the new females. Knowing how different Giuliana was from most other females who debuted here at the club, she would be an especially tempting trophy for him, with her innocence and delicate body. She had rewarded him with precisely the reaction he valued.

  For a moment there, I half expected Giuliana to turn and dart from the stage, never to return to this place. But then her face changed somehow, as though she was considering his size from a differing perspective. Perhaps a lust driven curiosity had overtaken her apprehension.